Francie Comes Home
“said Chadbourne, blowing into the Birthday Box like a breeze next morning. “It made an awful hole in the rehearsals with you and Lucky both gone. Well, tell me about it; was it marvelous? Did you go out and have a wonderful time?”
“Oh, I had a good time,” admitted Francie, “but of course it was mostly work. I bought some cute clothes, though.”
“I do wish I’d come along. It was dull here except for the rehearsals, and Mummy’s been irritable,” said Chadbourne.
Francie looked at her searchingly, b...ut was reassured; there seemed to be no hidden meaning in those words. It occurred to her in the midst of her self-centered thoughts that Chadbourne was actually getting pretty. It was partly a matter of expression; she looked gayer and more sure of herself, less like a poor little girl somehow lost in her clothes, as if such fine raiment couldn’t possibly belong to her. But she was better in herself, too—happier. Her cheeks were rounder, her eyes bright, her hair soft: what was happening to her that she looked so much like a lit lamp?MoreLess
“Oh, I had a good time,” admitted Francie, “but of course it was mostly work. I bought some cute clothes, though.”
“I do wish I’d come along. It was dull here except for the rehearsals, and Mummy’s been irritable,” said Chadbourne.
Francie looked at her searchingly, b...ut was reassured; there seemed to be no hidden meaning in those words. It occurred to her in the midst of her self-centered thoughts that Chadbourne was actually getting pretty. It was partly a matter of expression; she looked gayer and more sure of herself, less like a poor little girl somehow lost in her clothes, as if such fine raiment couldn’t possibly belong to her. But she was better in herself, too—happier. Her cheeks were rounder, her eyes bright, her hair soft: what was happening to her that she looked so much like a lit lamp?MoreLess
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